Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.